Hogwarts Express: Time Travel

XLVII. The dark Mark

XLVII. The dark Mark

Annie and the others lie about, unable to sleep excitedly re-living the match and laughing together, Annie had just come back from her walk with Cedric Diggory only to find the other still awake.

"After a match like that, I don't think I'd be able to sleep for an entire week" Evan remarked earning an eager from Regulus

"I seriously second that" he nodded

"That was bloody awesome, wicked, brilliant" James kept shouting, you could almost see stars in his eyes and Sirius was no better, in fact the whole student wasn't any better, everyone was truly entertained and amazed by the game,

"That was a remarkable play wasn't it professor Dumbledore?" Slughorn asked a very amused Dumbledore

"Oh, yes, yes it was, it truly was" He nodded

"Stupid Fudge" was all Bagnold sneered

"Dolph' I want to go there someday, the Quidditch world cup" Bellatrix whispered in her soon to be husband's ear

"Then we shall go, won't we? It's settled!" He nodded with a loving smile on his face but quickly hid it when eyes turned their way "Whenever you want" he whispered back "With our little delicious looking treat of course" he smirked at the way her ears perked up and eyes shone

"Of course"

Ron: Brilliant Krum, wasn't he? Did you see him put Lynch into the ground with the Wronski Feint? It was positively brutal.

Hermione: [Fondly smiling] I think you're in love, Ron.

Ron: Quiet, you. [Just then, a chant op voices rises like a beyond the tent. Fred grins.]

Fred: Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.

Cue to the laughter again

Arthur: [Walking into the tent frightened, on edge] Stop, stop It's not the Irish. [The others tum, see Mr. Weasley standing by the flap peering out. Something in his voice causes their smiles to wither] Get yourselves dressed. [When no one moves, he glares them and shouts fiercely] Now!

Annie, Ron and Hermione scramble out of the tent and stare with disbelief at the hellish tableaux before them. All around them, people run in terror, trampling fires and kicking up sparks. Then they see why

Annie: [Worriedly] What about Cedric?

Ron: I'm sure he'll manage [Grabbing her arm] We have to go

"What is happening?"

"What going on everything was just fine, about 10 seconds ago? What's going on?" Molly asks in fear

"Worry bout yourself before the other, won't you? You're still in that hellhole"

A teeming clot of black-robed wizards, faces behind hideous masks are marching across the campfire. Laughing drunkenly. Some clutch torches while point their wands skyward, where four people tumble eerily high above.

"Who are those people? Why are they doing this?" it was a young Hufflepuff who asked this, but the death-eater knew, what it was, what they were doing

"They're... they're" Arthur started but was unable to finish

"Deatheaters aren't they?" Barty asks in disbelief while Bagnold looked at the screen in shock, even with Aurors swarming the place, they had attacked, it was not good at all

Ginny: Who are those people? In the air?

Arthur: Muggles.

Ginny: And the ones on the ground?